Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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No one knew it, whatever might be suspected, but Nanette had bewitched him quite as much as Miss Aviv's from the east had persuaded and misled.
And so it was, with a hardened and resentful heart, that the Major sought her on the morrow.
The general and the commanders afield would soon be coming home.
Such Indians as they had not rounded up and captured were scattered far and wide.
Campaign was over.
Now for the disposition of the prisoners.
It was to tell Miss Hayward Nanette, especially Nanette, why the sentries were reestablished about their home, and that, though he would not place the traitor's niece within a garrison cell, he should hold her prisoner beneath a traitor's roof to await the action of superior authority on the grievous charges lodged at her door.
She was able to be up, said Miss McGrath.
Not only up but down, down and down.
In the breakfast room, looking blighter and more like herself than she had been since she was brought home.
Say the Major Flint desires to see her and Miss Hay, said Flint, with majesty of mien, as followed by two of his officers, he was shown into the traitor's parlor.
And presently they came, Miss Hay pale and souring, Miss Flower pale, perhaps but triumphly defiant.
The one sat and covered her face with
with their hands and listen to the major's few words cold, stern, and accusing.
The other looked squarely at him, with fearless, glittering eyes.
You may order what you like as far as I am concerned, was the utterly reckless answer of the girl.
I don't care what you do now that I know he's safe, free, and that you will never lay hands on him again.
That's where you're in error, Miss Flower, was the Major's calm, cold blooded, yet rejoiceful reply.
It was for this indeed that he had come.
Ralph Moreau was run down by my men soon after midnight, and he's now behind bars.
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